The sadness of puppies dissipates in the barn as a frantic new mother tries to calm them 

If you turn hope on high you would see new homes with freshly painted walls and a puppy waiting by the fireplace.

The past sits in a small pile of newspapers fashioned into a bed for a puppy alone in a barn

The swirl of loneliness sounds like the dry air on a fall morning flowing lazily through the trees

If you jump into the present, you’ll land on tomorrow’s dew drops on the grass, a young family chasing around a new family of puppies taken away from that dirty old barn.